A sliver of night remains in the palm of my hand
A pill I don't dare to swallow
A bitterness that might comsume
A world carefully crafted
The lump in my throat breaks lose
These tearfull words break their chains
There's nothing left to say
So I speak of everything
For everything to be true
The smell of rain, the whispers in the morning
The ratelling thoughts and the quiet screams
Hollow noice is what we preach
Only a sliver of night remains
Like a red berry, all the poison I carry
Suddenly seems so awfully small
If I let it fall like a pin in an empty room
there's nothing left to protect me
